Forty is the New Forty

Ten years ago, I turned thirty and the seven days later I got married. To say that I was out of my mind nervous, crazy, and excited is understatement. Turning 30 weighed heavy, heavy heavy on my brain, so much so that I made everybody swear that I was 29 at the wedding, not 30.

My husband of ten years (we say HA! to all the nay sayers!) is even more wonderful than the day I married him. I do not regret my choice for a second, though when I married him it was a huge leap. Yes, marriage is always a leap and my personal leap seemed rather large even by marital leap standards.

Turning 40 has been fantastic. Nary a qualm. For a minute I thought maybe I was pushing the thoughts away and I was wrong. From where I stand today, life is sweet. Being a wife and a mother is soul satisfying in a way I never knew it could be.

KT, you strike me as ageless!
I am a few years ahead of you, my age and kid ages both in sync, and I totally agree with you about 40 and after. I am totally where I want to be in my life, with the people I love; maybe not everything is perfect, but I’m loving the ride.
Happy Birthday/Anniversary/general merrymaking!
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